So we’ve made it to our campsite outside of Boston and have had a great time so far.

Our problem: obniouxs neighbors.


Dropping f-bombs, kids being mouthy, a firework went off, the whole nine yards.

And then it started to sprinkle.

Suddenly they were packing as if Noah had said there might be rain. As I sit here and listen to the gentle drops on our little shelter and not the family next door, it is a sound that is heavenly.

More on the vacation soon. Typing this on my phone is not a fun way to communicate!